Last eclipse of the century.
The world may end.
The immense sphere of the moon
travels across the sun
in its absolute entirety.
For a few moments,
of his supremacy comes obscurity
that invades the day
Birds seek their nests
and lady of the night flowers open their petals.
The image of crowned shadow
through filters is seen.
With perfectionism the universe
obeys the choreography of the Supreme.
But it is not yet the apocalypse.
Night appears instantaneous and, then
behold the giant resurges,
full, radiant, unshakable,
to humans conceding continuity
for their schisms and diasporas…
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